Come home

Crystal didn’t know how long she sat there but she could tell it was a lot of time, she felt sore in her arms and legs, she had been sitting for too long and she fell asleep a couple of times too. Jones McQueen had left and he didn’t tell her what he would do to her, she was just seated there in the silence.

“Mrs. Smith,” She raised her head up when she heard the familiar voice. “Are you ready to discuss with me?”

“I have told you that I won’t aid your nonsense.” She cracked; there was certain dryness in her voice.

“I have very valid information that you have the key design to the summer festival shoes.” He said as he proceeds to the chair, he was wearing a bathrobe that revealed his chest; he sat down in all his seductive glory. “I want you to give me that, we checked in your purse and found some couple of useless flash but it wasn’t nothing related to a shoe design.”

“I don’t have it.” She lied. “How will stealing someone else’s design be of any benefit to you?”

He chuckled dark